(I'm not creative, I'm not rich, I'm not KP's creator, so don't sue me
Michael Eisner even if you are broke now that Pixar split.)
Identity Thief
Chapter 2
Enter Kigo the Two-Faced Shadow
Kim was slumped over her bed, her torso hanging upside-down off the edge while her hair accumulated on the carpet floor of her room. It was so boring without Ron around now that he's spending more time with Zita. Was she jealous of Ron for having a serious relationship before her or was she jealous of Zita for taking Ron, someone she always took for granted, away from her? She contemplated these thoughts for a good long time before her Kimmunicator went off. She rolled herself to her feet and answered it. "What up Wade?" she asked.
Wade looked into his Kimmunicator cam and smiled kindly. "Hey Kim, you got a hit on the site by a Professor D.," he said.
Kim raised an eyebrow. "Professor D., what's with the secret moniker?"
"Don't know, but the hit came from some mountain side research lab before it collapsed from structural failure, apparently someone didn't want it to stay in one piece. But no worries, the good professor is waiting for you in a hospital in Belgium."
Kim thought for a moment but she figured what harm could it do to visit a man who is bed ridden in a public hospital. "Alright, sounds like a good way to take my mind off my boredom. Can you set up a ride?"
Wade nodded and stroked some keys. "You got it KP, one direct trip to Belgium coming up."
Once Kim once gone, a mysterious figure snuck into her room and smiled sinisterly. "Well, well, looks like daddy dearest was able to escape death and contact help," she said to herself. "Fat lot of good that'll do him, that will just leave me with plenty of time to make sure my three least favorite people in this world will die a very slow, painful and amusing death." She walked over to Kim's closet, undressed from the over sized men clothes she stole from Dementor's closet and slipped perfectly into Kim's lacy, beige long-sleeve top and a black mini skirt. "Ugh, hasn't she heard of a little something called fashion?" she asked herself in a disgusted grunt. Once she was dressed, she shoved her old clothes under Kim's mattress. She then walked up to a mirror and furrowed her brow. "Huh, I'm not going to get very far looking like this. I better put on my Middleton face." With a deep breath and a strange tingle shooting through her body from head to toe, she looked back into the mirror and grinned. "Good, now before I can have fun with these local idiots, better make sure a certain obese nerd doesn't spoil my fun," she said with an evil grin, pulling out an unlabeled CD from her undergarments.
Meanwhile, just outside of the Belgium hospital, Kim steps out of a supped up blue race car and handed the driver the white helmet she had tied to her head. "Thanks again Antonio, I never knew someone could go that fast in rush hour traffic," she said, still feeling a little uneasy from those near missed collisions.
The slicked back black haired Italian driver smiled and waved off her gratitude. "Please, Miss Possible, I am indebted to you ever since you found those hoodlums who took my prized car out for a joy ride," he said.
Kim tried to look modest. "No big. Good luck on your race in the Netherlands though."
Antonio laughed and revved his engine. "I don't need luck; I got 20 years of Italian sports car engineering right under my hood!" he declared before peeling out into the public street.
Kim, glad to be free of that speed demon's rocket, sighed a breath of relief and entered the hospital. The front desk was very helpful in telling the room of a man who is registered only as Professor D. and that his stay was being covered by an anonymous organization. She slowly walked into the room of, to her surprise, Drakken's helmeted rival, Professor Dementor. She was more surprised to see him in the kind of condition he was in; both arms in casts, a neck brace, bandages wrapped across his torso and one leg elevated. Kim walked over to him so she could look him in the eye and he wouldn't have to move his head. "Professor Dementor, you should really consider a new career opportunity if world domination got you into this kind of condition," she said a little playfully.
Dementor groaned in pain and closed his eyes. "Miss Possible, I'm glad you came" he said in his signature thick eastern-European voice. "I know this might sound a bit odd to you but I was working on any plans for world domination, I was viciously un mercilessly attacked. If it was not for mine extended customer policy with HenchCo, I might have gone down with mine precious lair."
"Who attacked you, was it someone you stole from?" she asked.
"No, I was attacked by mine latest creation, an assistant who would far surpass any henchman I could rent from Jack Hench. You see, I was inspired by Doctor Drakken's assistant; Shego, the radiant diamond in an otherwise pile of dull pebbles; her speed, strength, cunning, skills, the true mark of a professional. But as good as she is, you always seem to defeat her in battle. That's when I was hit with brilliance; I didn't need only a Shego for an assistant, what I needed was you as well."
Kim stepped back in surprise and a little disgusted. "Me? What do I have to do with this experiment of yours?"
"Shego is one of the greatest criminals I've seen and you are the epitome of the opposite. Mine plan was to meld the two to from one, mine new assistant. I used hair samples from our first encounter together in Las Vegas but it wasn't enough. To keep mine assistant a secret, I spliced her with not only a combination of both your genes but that of a chameleon's. What came froth was a creature that far surpassed any clone; it was three people in one; you, Shego, un her purest form, Kigo. But Kigo was restless, apparently creating a combination of both you and Shego created a psychological imbalance. She wouldn't follow orders, she was tremendously violent, so I thought she was simply a failure when I locked her up. But she slowly began showing signs of cunning that could only come from your side by using a plastic fork she picked up from one of her meals and shorted out the electric lock keeping her prison. Once out, she switched into Shego's mind frame un began tearing up everything with those destructive power." He sighed painfully in remembrance. "Kigo took extra care to make mine pain last a lot longer than that of mine henchmen."
Kim was almost livid. "You cloned me to make an assistant to help you take over the world? Give me one good reason not to put that other leg in a sling you asshole!"
"Because, before she left me to what she thought was my demise, she said she was going to spend time with her mother. That could be either you or Shego. Please, Miss Possible, Kigo's agenda is a mystery to me but she must be stopped and you are the only one who can stop her now."
Kim glared at the invalid villain and turned on her Kimmunicator. "Wade, I need a return-"she stopped in mid-sentence when a strange pattern appeared on the screen. "What's this, Window's star field screensaver?"
Professor Dementor jerked in reaction to what Kim said aloud but only successed in hurting himself which was announced with a groan. "A star field, that's my new Star Cluster Virus. She stole my virus and somehow infected your friend's computer network with it somehow knowing you would be here un could not get back without his assistance, a maneuver of pure genius!"
Kim silently responded by flicking the sole of Dementor's elevated foot, sending a wave of pain through his body before he left. The whole situation was too much to comprehend but she had to get home first before making any decisions. She quickly went to the closest pay phone and called home only to get a disconnected message. "Disconnected, why would-" Her eyes shot open in surprise. "No way."
In the Possible household, a familiar looking red head walked down the stairs twirling a pair of wire cutters in her hand while whistling a cheerful tune. With Kim across the world and almost no one she could contact to get back, Kigo was free to wreck havoc with the heroine's personal life. "Not too bad for my first day," Kigo said to herself. "Once I kill off both those annoying bitches that are responsible for making me into this double faced shadow there won't be much stopping me from making this dirt ball world my playground." She stopped in her tracks and looked around the house in disgust. "And my first act as unquestioned monarch is to make this shit hole into a toxic waste dump."
She stepped into the living room to see the Possible family going about their normal business; a brain surgeon was cooking, a rocket scientist was reading the newspaper, and a set of highly intelligent twins were vegetating in front of the television. John Possible peeked over his newspaper with a raised eyebrow. "Didn't you leave for Belgium Kimmy-cup?" he asked.
Kigo did not falter in her response. "I decided to screw the trip and stayed," she said, to his and Marsha's surprise as she listened in. "Now I'm going over to Ron's."
Marsha Possible slid off her cooking mitts and walked next to her husband. "Kimmy, are you feeling alright?" she asked, concerned with her daughter's choice in words.
"I'm not the one getting old and wrinkled, I feel great," she said, walking to the door.
John slammed his newspaper on the counter and tried to walk after her. "Kimberly Ann Possible, explain yourself this minute!" he demanded.
Kigo ignored him and opened the door. "What, you're getting old and starting to grey and mom's not too far behind. Sure she could go out and find some college linebacker to plow her in bed if she tried but she only got like 2 more years before she'll have to say she's a brain surgeon to get herself some decent action. While you, on the other hand, are shriveling up more and more in your pants everyday and you probably can't get a fat soccer mom if your life depended on it. Well, see ya later gramps," she said causally before slamming the door behind her. Once on the streets she began to think. "Let's see, I can easily off Monique but she could be some useful bait for the real Kim, Brick Flag I kill just for kicks, Bonnie might be fun if she agrees to help me torture Kim before I spill her lower intestines onto the floor." She stopped suddenly in her tracks and snapped her fingers when an idea came to her. "Hey, I said I was going to Ron's and what better way to ruin her life even more than to go after her partner and best friend." She grinned and almost skipped down the sidewalk. "Oh this will be so much fun; I'll probably shove that rat of his up his ass just to see his face. Maybe I'll even take the time to go all the way to Camp Wannaweep just for the hell of it."
Soon, they'll both be dead, everything about them will be in ruins and the world will know and fear my name. I'm Kigo and I won't settle with being
two women's shadow.
(There you go, Chapter 2 and my own revamping of this show's concept of cloning. If you love Kigo, don't be ashamed and display proudly on the review)
Identity Thief
Chapter 2
Enter Kigo the Two-Faced Shadow
Kim was slumped over her bed, her torso hanging upside-down off the edge while her hair accumulated on the carpet floor of her room. It was so boring without Ron around now that he's spending more time with Zita. Was she jealous of Ron for having a serious relationship before her or was she jealous of Zita for taking Ron, someone she always took for granted, away from her? She contemplated these thoughts for a good long time before her Kimmunicator went off. She rolled herself to her feet and answered it. "What up Wade?" she asked.
Wade looked into his Kimmunicator cam and smiled kindly. "Hey Kim, you got a hit on the site by a Professor D.," he said.
Kim raised an eyebrow. "Professor D., what's with the secret moniker?"
"Don't know, but the hit came from some mountain side research lab before it collapsed from structural failure, apparently someone didn't want it to stay in one piece. But no worries, the good professor is waiting for you in a hospital in Belgium."
Kim thought for a moment but she figured what harm could it do to visit a man who is bed ridden in a public hospital. "Alright, sounds like a good way to take my mind off my boredom. Can you set up a ride?"
Wade nodded and stroked some keys. "You got it KP, one direct trip to Belgium coming up."
Once Kim once gone, a mysterious figure snuck into her room and smiled sinisterly. "Well, well, looks like daddy dearest was able to escape death and contact help," she said to herself. "Fat lot of good that'll do him, that will just leave me with plenty of time to make sure my three least favorite people in this world will die a very slow, painful and amusing death." She walked over to Kim's closet, undressed from the over sized men clothes she stole from Dementor's closet and slipped perfectly into Kim's lacy, beige long-sleeve top and a black mini skirt. "Ugh, hasn't she heard of a little something called fashion?" she asked herself in a disgusted grunt. Once she was dressed, she shoved her old clothes under Kim's mattress. She then walked up to a mirror and furrowed her brow. "Huh, I'm not going to get very far looking like this. I better put on my Middleton face." With a deep breath and a strange tingle shooting through her body from head to toe, she looked back into the mirror and grinned. "Good, now before I can have fun with these local idiots, better make sure a certain obese nerd doesn't spoil my fun," she said with an evil grin, pulling out an unlabeled CD from her undergarments.
Meanwhile, just outside of the Belgium hospital, Kim steps out of a supped up blue race car and handed the driver the white helmet she had tied to her head. "Thanks again Antonio, I never knew someone could go that fast in rush hour traffic," she said, still feeling a little uneasy from those near missed collisions.
The slicked back black haired Italian driver smiled and waved off her gratitude. "Please, Miss Possible, I am indebted to you ever since you found those hoodlums who took my prized car out for a joy ride," he said.
Kim tried to look modest. "No big. Good luck on your race in the Netherlands though."
Antonio laughed and revved his engine. "I don't need luck; I got 20 years of Italian sports car engineering right under my hood!" he declared before peeling out into the public street.
Kim, glad to be free of that speed demon's rocket, sighed a breath of relief and entered the hospital. The front desk was very helpful in telling the room of a man who is registered only as Professor D. and that his stay was being covered by an anonymous organization. She slowly walked into the room of, to her surprise, Drakken's helmeted rival, Professor Dementor. She was more surprised to see him in the kind of condition he was in; both arms in casts, a neck brace, bandages wrapped across his torso and one leg elevated. Kim walked over to him so she could look him in the eye and he wouldn't have to move his head. "Professor Dementor, you should really consider a new career opportunity if world domination got you into this kind of condition," she said a little playfully.
Dementor groaned in pain and closed his eyes. "Miss Possible, I'm glad you came" he said in his signature thick eastern-European voice. "I know this might sound a bit odd to you but I was working on any plans for world domination, I was viciously un mercilessly attacked. If it was not for mine extended customer policy with HenchCo, I might have gone down with mine precious lair."
"Who attacked you, was it someone you stole from?" she asked.
"No, I was attacked by mine latest creation, an assistant who would far surpass any henchman I could rent from Jack Hench. You see, I was inspired by Doctor Drakken's assistant; Shego, the radiant diamond in an otherwise pile of dull pebbles; her speed, strength, cunning, skills, the true mark of a professional. But as good as she is, you always seem to defeat her in battle. That's when I was hit with brilliance; I didn't need only a Shego for an assistant, what I needed was you as well."
Kim stepped back in surprise and a little disgusted. "Me? What do I have to do with this experiment of yours?"
"Shego is one of the greatest criminals I've seen and you are the epitome of the opposite. Mine plan was to meld the two to from one, mine new assistant. I used hair samples from our first encounter together in Las Vegas but it wasn't enough. To keep mine assistant a secret, I spliced her with not only a combination of both your genes but that of a chameleon's. What came froth was a creature that far surpassed any clone; it was three people in one; you, Shego, un her purest form, Kigo. But Kigo was restless, apparently creating a combination of both you and Shego created a psychological imbalance. She wouldn't follow orders, she was tremendously violent, so I thought she was simply a failure when I locked her up. But she slowly began showing signs of cunning that could only come from your side by using a plastic fork she picked up from one of her meals and shorted out the electric lock keeping her prison. Once out, she switched into Shego's mind frame un began tearing up everything with those destructive power." He sighed painfully in remembrance. "Kigo took extra care to make mine pain last a lot longer than that of mine henchmen."
Kim was almost livid. "You cloned me to make an assistant to help you take over the world? Give me one good reason not to put that other leg in a sling you asshole!"
"Because, before she left me to what she thought was my demise, she said she was going to spend time with her mother. That could be either you or Shego. Please, Miss Possible, Kigo's agenda is a mystery to me but she must be stopped and you are the only one who can stop her now."
Kim glared at the invalid villain and turned on her Kimmunicator. "Wade, I need a return-"she stopped in mid-sentence when a strange pattern appeared on the screen. "What's this, Window's star field screensaver?"
Professor Dementor jerked in reaction to what Kim said aloud but only successed in hurting himself which was announced with a groan. "A star field, that's my new Star Cluster Virus. She stole my virus and somehow infected your friend's computer network with it somehow knowing you would be here un could not get back without his assistance, a maneuver of pure genius!"
Kim silently responded by flicking the sole of Dementor's elevated foot, sending a wave of pain through his body before he left. The whole situation was too much to comprehend but she had to get home first before making any decisions. She quickly went to the closest pay phone and called home only to get a disconnected message. "Disconnected, why would-" Her eyes shot open in surprise. "No way."
In the Possible household, a familiar looking red head walked down the stairs twirling a pair of wire cutters in her hand while whistling a cheerful tune. With Kim across the world and almost no one she could contact to get back, Kigo was free to wreck havoc with the heroine's personal life. "Not too bad for my first day," Kigo said to herself. "Once I kill off both those annoying bitches that are responsible for making me into this double faced shadow there won't be much stopping me from making this dirt ball world my playground." She stopped in her tracks and looked around the house in disgust. "And my first act as unquestioned monarch is to make this shit hole into a toxic waste dump."
She stepped into the living room to see the Possible family going about their normal business; a brain surgeon was cooking, a rocket scientist was reading the newspaper, and a set of highly intelligent twins were vegetating in front of the television. John Possible peeked over his newspaper with a raised eyebrow. "Didn't you leave for Belgium Kimmy-cup?" he asked.
Kigo did not falter in her response. "I decided to screw the trip and stayed," she said, to his and Marsha's surprise as she listened in. "Now I'm going over to Ron's."
Marsha Possible slid off her cooking mitts and walked next to her husband. "Kimmy, are you feeling alright?" she asked, concerned with her daughter's choice in words.
"I'm not the one getting old and wrinkled, I feel great," she said, walking to the door.
John slammed his newspaper on the counter and tried to walk after her. "Kimberly Ann Possible, explain yourself this minute!" he demanded.
Kigo ignored him and opened the door. "What, you're getting old and starting to grey and mom's not too far behind. Sure she could go out and find some college linebacker to plow her in bed if she tried but she only got like 2 more years before she'll have to say she's a brain surgeon to get herself some decent action. While you, on the other hand, are shriveling up more and more in your pants everyday and you probably can't get a fat soccer mom if your life depended on it. Well, see ya later gramps," she said causally before slamming the door behind her. Once on the streets she began to think. "Let's see, I can easily off Monique but she could be some useful bait for the real Kim, Brick Flag I kill just for kicks, Bonnie might be fun if she agrees to help me torture Kim before I spill her lower intestines onto the floor." She stopped suddenly in her tracks and snapped her fingers when an idea came to her. "Hey, I said I was going to Ron's and what better way to ruin her life even more than to go after her partner and best friend." She grinned and almost skipped down the sidewalk. "Oh this will be so much fun; I'll probably shove that rat of his up his ass just to see his face. Maybe I'll even take the time to go all the way to Camp Wannaweep just for the hell of it."
Soon, they'll both be dead, everything about them will be in ruins and the world will know and fear my name. I'm Kigo and I won't settle with being
two women's shadow.
(There you go, Chapter 2 and my own revamping of this show's concept of cloning. If you love Kigo, don't be ashamed and display proudly on the review)